A Fresh Start

Artorias was pleased to see Ember was quick to descend the stairs and come join her when he had called for her. Of course she had been up in her room. That's where she spent most of her time these days if it wasn't out on the sparring fields. The dire brute breathed a labored sigh as he followed his daughter's movements with his eyes, mentally wondering if she'd ever get over this brooding phase or if their relationship was doomed to sink over this difference in their ideals. That unspoken question was swiftly answered when Ember reached the bottom of the stairs and greeted Rebel warmly, then him with an icy indifference. The way Art's face twisted with the way her aloofness hurt him flashed across his expression for a second, but was swiftly replaced with a sternness to hide that pain. He didn't want Ember to see how much this Cold War between them was affecting him.

"Ember, Rebel is our newest member," he explained, gesturing to Rebel with a paw and a smile. "Would you mind giving her a tour of Hearthstone and the castle grounds? Help her get familiar with her new home. Then if you wouldn't mind, help her pick out any of our vacant rooms to get settled in." With his request given, Artorias looked to Rebel once more and dipped his head in welcome to her. "I'll leave you two to it then. Rebel, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask anyone for assistance. When you're settled in, come find me and we can discuss what role you'd like to take in the Hallows." With nothing more to say, Artorias stood and headed back for the armory, eventually letting his smile slip from his face when the girls were out of sight.

- exit Artorias -

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"